Tonight at the Integrity Briefing Session, NEAC (National Episcopal AIDS Commission) Board member, David Noregard, reported this story:
This morning, a very pleasant, nattily dressed, white haired woman stopped by the NEAC booth. She looked over all the literature with great curiousity and, smiling that never-to-be-mistaken-polite-white-Episcopal smile, said to one of the volunteers, "My, what a nice booth." And then, hesitating, added softly, "I'm surprised you're here."
Puzzled, the volunteer, asked, "Why do you say that?"
And the woman responded (are you ready?), "Well, I thought AIDS was, well. . . .you know . . . passe."
Taking a deep breath to get his bearings (having just had his socks knocked off), the man looked at her and, returning that never-to-be-mistaken-polite-white-Episcopal smile said, "And that's is precisely why we're here."
You just can't make this stuff up.
"Finally, I suspect that it is by entering that deep place inside us where our secrets are kept that we come perhaps closer than we do anywhere else to the One who, whether we realize it or not, is of all our secrets the most telling and the most precious we have to tell." Frederick Buechner
Come in! Come in!
"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer; if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" -- Shel Silverstein
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